The cool evening air kissed Mauve’s face as she leaned against the balcony railing, staring down at the vibrant lights of Princeton. The city looked so peaceful, so removed from the chaos swirling in her mind. Her chest tightened as her thoughts spiraled back to her sister.

Where was Claire? Was she safe, or had Raymond already dealt with her?

Her fists clenched at the thought. Claire had walked straight into the lion’s den, and Mauve had done nothing to stop it. She bit her lip, guilt coiling tighter in her stomach. She had seen Raymond’s mercy before, but this time, what reason did he have to spare her sister?...